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To: J. C. Dithers who wrote (1188)	7/20/2001 5:43:26 PM
From: Lane3	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1857

but it would have helped more if it was on the inside. The inside of my house, or the inside of my pant leg? <g> I did have squirrels in my house once, sort of. They gnawed their way in under the eaves and I could see a hole to the outside opening up from inside my attic. I live in a condo and don't own the outside of my house, and I know that expecting quick action from them is fruitless, so I nailed a board against the rafters to keep them out of my attic. What that accomplished was to make a very nice little house for them inside my walls. It was a couple of years before the condo folks patched the hole on the outside. I could hear the little family from my attic each year. I haven't had the nerve to pull off that board. I'm sure there's a real mess behind it. Karen

To: J. C. Dithers who wrote (1188)	7/20/2001 6:34:31 PM
From: TradeOfTheDay	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 1857

JC, I have had both a squirrel and a possum in my house. With 3 dogs at the time, both were exciting events in our household. The possum , we woke up to in bed; believe me, you do not want to wake up to wet, limp fur in your bed - very much "The Godfather " routine. Hard to tell who made the first catch - the cocker and cocker-spitz were both on point (first time I'd ever seen either of them do that) but the lhasa was trying to take credit too. I think with the amount of screaming that went on , they learned it was not a good idea to present the trophies to us in bed at night. The squirrel came down from the attic . I had left the attic door in my closet open while trying to figure out how many beasts were up there ( of course they were not active when I had left the door open), and he jumped down - and it was off to the races. My sweet babies were suddenly transformed into wild beasts and I had furniture flying everywhere. At one point , the squirrel was standing upright in my kitchen behind a potted plant, just staring , as if to say " I know you can see me, but I will take my chances with you against those dogs finding out where I am !"